I Have A Cultivation World

Many Spirit Plant Masters in the Divine Wood Sect have practiced Mother Earth Cultivation; it has a good reputation within the sect. However, because its combat capability is weak, many people only use it as a supplement to their main cultivation techniques.

But Zhuo Ming is simple-minded and followed Chen Mobai’s advice to switch her cultivation technique. Combined with the abundant spirit fields in Xiao Nanshan, her practice of Mother Earth Cultivation was a unique advantage.

Chen Mobai even thought that among his three disciples, Zhuo Ming might be the fastest and easiest to reach Foundation Establishment if they all take Foundation Building Pill at the same time.

“All thanks to your excellent teaching, Master.”

Even Zhuo Ming knew how to pay such compliments.

Chen Mobai picked up the Jade Bamboo Spirit Rice and started eating, wondering if he should develop more spirit fields to assist his second disciple in her cultivation.

He decided to act immediately.

After finishing the spirit rice, Chen Mobai left Xiao Nanshan, entrusting Zhuo Ming to watch over the place while he and Luo Yixuan set off.

First, he went to visit Meng Hong.

The former Sect Leader had failed in his Core Formation and was considerably weakened. But he was open-minded and now spent most of his time fishing in different places in Giant Tree Ridge.

If Mu Yuan hadn’t led him, Chen Mobai would hardly have been able to find him.

“This wine is a bit strong.”

Naturally, he did not come empty-handed when he came to visit. He brought along the spiritual wine brewed the previous year, made from the Green Jade Spirit Rice by Zhuo Ming. It was considered the strongest wine produced by the Xiao Nanshan Shop, and even Meng Huang had tried it.

“Try this Jade Bamboo Spirit Rice; its clean, bamboo scent is perfect for neutralizing the alcohol.”

Chen Mobai also brought a mature stalk of Jade Bamboo Spirit Rice. Mu Yuan and Luo Yixuan cooked it for them as they were drinking. Meng Hong happily ate the rice and drank the wine, forgetting about his own fishing rod.